NEVER thought I would say that.
My relationship with my thighs has always been rocky.
Even when my thighs were younger, I never liked them.
I didn’t like them in a swimsuit, pink ballet tights, a leotard, jeans, shorts, even my wedding dress and I STILL don’t like them . . .
They should be thinner.
They should look like everyone else’s.
They shouldn’t have so much cellulite.
They should just be better.
Not a fan of my thighs.
But I AM a fan of Beyonce . . . and the way she rocked her thighs during the Superbowl Halftime show has given me a new found respect for MY thighs.
I am woman, here me roar with my rockin’ thighs! That’s all I could think of while watching Beyonce strutting around the stage . . .
I am not quite there yet, don’t think I will EVER put my thighs back in a leotard . . . but I am getting closer to rockin’ my thighs.
And this is how I am doing it . . .
EVERY single day I am sending my thighs love . . . or at least “like”.
Some days it’s a whole lotta love.
Other days it’s a struggle to find anything I even like about my damn thighs!
This is what it looks like . . .
“Thank you thighs, I’m impressed . . . you got me down that icy hill on my snowboard without letting me fall on my butt, and I actually had fun!”
“I love to dance, and you (thighs) have always been right there with me . . . that deserves some love.”
Yesterday I was grumpy and felt fat . . . I was so “done” by the end of the day, and just wanted to crawl into bed to watch Downton Abbey. . . hadn’t sent my thighs anything yet, so . . . “Thank you thighs for carrying me upstairs to my cozy bed!”
Think of a part of YOU that you have always had a rocky relationship with.
Send it some love and see what happens.
Instead of constantly hating your
feet . . . I could go on and on
take a breath
and find something to love about that rocky relationship . . . if I can do it, YOU can!
You will begin to hate that part less . . . and it may even turn into a friendship.
Or at least some sort of relationship that isn’t so rocky.
Those painful thoughts around that part of you WILL begin to relax and unwind.
And that can only lead to big, beautiful, bold days!
My thighs may never rock a leather leotard, fishnet stockings and boots, and THAT’S OK . . . but they look damn good in my new yoga pants! Ahhh . . .true like.
At least for today.